I seem to be an evil god

The fight was fierce from the beginning. These corporate members, who were called coolies by the boss, roared one by one. The tables, chairs and benches were all weapons, and they were swarmed with fists, palms, legs and feet.

Liu Dao and Diesel stood back to back. The team of strong men surrounding them was scattered and their attacks were scattered. It was obvious that they had not received any team training.

The two people surrounded often attacked and then retreated. Every time they attacked, they would bring up a pile of blood, and a strong man would fall to the ground.

There is nothing fancy about the actual battle. Although there are many strong men surrounding Liu Dao and Diesel, most of them are beginners who are not at the professional level.

Although Liu Dao and Diesel were easy to solve, they were still inevitably exhausted. Several professional levels that they had sensed before entering the tavern were now mixed in the crowd, waiting for Liu Dao and Diesel to run out of energy. moment.

Although every blow could make a strong man fall to the ground, Liu Dao's speed with the sword became slower and slower, and his breath gradually became thicker.

Diesel, who was back to back with Liu Dao, seemed to hear Liu Dao's heavy breathing, and his fists became more and more anxious. He struck out with jabs one after another. Although the result was great, he neglected his own defense and received several blows, both light and heavy. Down.

Several professionals hidden in the group of thugs looked at each other. It seems that these two demon hunters are dying. Can we get up?

Look again…

The situation in the field is getting more and more anxious. After such a long battle, the members on the periphery have changed their swords. The sound of gold and iron is heard in the field from time to time. Diesel has several marks of different shades on his body. Wound.

Although Liu Dao seemed to be fine, he could no longer suppress his heavy breathing. In the past few minutes, he no longer attacked with his sword, but barely resisted with his long sword.

It looks almost done, let’s go!

A professional hiding in the gangster group was convinced, and a piece of fusiform iron thorns instantly fell on Diesel, who was already injured.

Although Liu Dao's condition seemed to be worse at the moment, none of these iron thorns were coated with poison. When they touched the blood, they immediately emitted a green smoke and brought a fishy-sweet smell to the air.

"I've got you!" After smelling this breath, Diesel immediately shouted loudly. He retracted his right fist slightly and then quickly thrust it out, hitting the professional who rushed out from the front.

"You!" The professional who was hit in the abdomen from the front had his eyes bulging. He was hit by his poison, and Diesel should have been completely powerless. This sudden punch at this moment was completely beyond the professional's expectation.

Noticing Diesel's successful attack, Liu Dao no longer pretended to be exhausted. The cold long knife reflected the dazzling yellow light. Liu Dao suddenly swung it, and a huge whistling sound sounded in the tavern. The blade was like a strong wind. He generally swept towards the figures surrounding him, and in a hurry, a dozen strong men were swept to the ground like wheat.

Regarding the power of wind on Liu Dao's sword, he suddenly discovered it after swallowing the dragon egg. This cyan energy greatly enhanced his strength, allowing him to reach the professional level without the help of summoned objects.

The sudden change in the situation exceeded everyone's expectations. The remaining three professionals looked at each other and took action together.

What attacked Liu Dao was a young man wearing a turban. Bloody light flashed between his fists and feet. Liu Dao tried to use the long knife, and a huge force was instantly transmitted along the blade to his arm.

As a junior professional, Liu Dao made a judgment on his opponent's strength. Today's three system summons have been almost used. In addition, Diesel has been chasing him, and there is no chance to use his skills to restore his mental strength. , now I have to fight with my own strength and experience.

The blood fist young man obviously had a look of disbelief. Looking at the actions of Liu Dao and Diesel, they were obviously not strong enough. However, when the fist blades were handed over, the power conveyed from Liu Dao definitely reached the level of professional Mid-level.

Except for another professional who was rescuing his companions, the one facing Diesel was a figure wearing heavy armor. At this moment, the armor had been beaten into holes by Diesel, and there were often blood dripping from the gaps.

The last professional who went to treat the injured was the old man who just called himself the hotel owner. He looked back at the scene and asked in a trembling voice: "The two demon hunters are so powerful, why did they have to act with us just now."

Liu Dao stretched his arms slightly and knocked away two more beginner-level thugs with two casual punches.

"There can be no mistakes in this mission. The reason why I lied to you is very simple. None of the professionals present today can leave."

Just now on the road, Diesel had already spread common sense to Liu Dao. When announcing a mission, if the director said there could be casualties, it meant that no one would be left alive.

And if the four professionals join forces to escape, Liu Dao and Diesel may not be able to catch up, so this is the beginning of the acting.

"You two, please show mercy to others." At this time, the white-bearded old man's expression became gloomy, "We are here for..."

Before the white-haired old man finished speaking, Diesel had already punched out instantly, and an earthy-yellow scale suddenly appeared on the back of his hand. This scale shone with an unusual light. At this time, Diesel and the old man were ten years apart. A few meters away, the punch landed directly in the air.

The armored figure blocking Diesel stood in a defensive posture as if facing a formidable enemy, preparing to face the impact.

However, although there was an impact, it was not from the front as expected by the armored figure, but from the sudden uplift of the earth.

After Diesel punched, the ground in the direction of the punch suddenly surged. The armored figure standing on it was staggered, while the old man with a white beard behind him was hit head-on by an earth-yellow fist.

"puff!"

The white-haired old man instantly spat out a mouthful of blood and smashed into the professional who had just been hit by Diesel head-on. He was unable to get up for a long time.

Seeing that Diesel had already eliminated an enemy, Liu Dao no longer hesitated. His arms were instantly wrapped with cyan light, and Liu Dao quickly struck with his sword.

The young man who was fighting against him pumped his fists repeatedly. Every time the two fought, there was a little blood-red energy wrapped around Liu Dao's blade, which looked very strange.

After the two exchanged 10 moves, the young man from Blood Fist suddenly showed a happy expression. When facing Liu Dao's blade again, he unexpectedly took a step back.

In a close combat encounter, when faced with long weapons, shortening the combat distance is the right choice. Seeing the movements of the blood-fisted young man, Liu Dao's heart trembled.

"Come!"

Just as the Blood Fist youth called, a sudden pulling force appeared on Liu Dao's long sword. The instantaneous burst of power was extremely powerful, and Liu Dao's long sword was snatched away in one fell swoop.

Xuequan, who was confronting Liu Dao, dwarfed, and the long knife instantly passed over his body and inserted into the wall behind him.

Without the long sword, let's see how you can fight with me.

Just when Xue Fist was triumphant, an obscure and low chant sounded in his ears.

"Summon...Touch of the Deep"